I hate when people write me hostile texts on the count of my lifestyle’s perception Invade my personal life, out of the question, what are they expecting I be tryna reply them, and they never suppose I get my quiet time in They think forever I’m rolling in dough, swimming in a pool of cash God, wouldn’t they know, or am I a fool or as I’m well known, got people coming at me mad I had a tell homes, I don’t keep a cell phone My bad, I drag, off the l and try to silence it The noise of my head, the curse of the talented Strong communicator, vagabond, I gallivant around the equator And that would get me off the radar It’s so intense, I’m on my Lilo and Stitch Pour my Pino Grigio with some lime what is this? An immaculate version of me and my baby With all respect cause you the only one that gets me
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 17:59:38 +0000
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